A/N: I decided to start a non-oneshot. I don't know how much I can update this, but please read and review! And enjoy to the fullest! :D

Told first-person from Romano's POV, but may switch later on for... erm... side plots?

Currently planned pairings: Spamano/USUK/PruCan/GerIta (These are subject to change, and more will be added.)

Rated T for suggestive things and their bad mouths, but nothing hardcore.

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Summary: Romano always had the worst temper, and he can't seem to handle his feeling for the happy-go-lucky Spaniard. Over time, other nations try to accept and understand him and even help him out a bit with his love life.

Disclaimer: (aha, now I remember what I was missing from the first fanfics. I do not own Hetalia, nor the characters, only the fanfic.

Chapter One:

I was furious. That damn tomato bastard was getting groped by the fucking shitty wine bastard and he doesn't even care. Wait, why do I care if he gets groped? I-It's, it's because that tomato bastard is going to lose his chastity! Not because I like him or anything! Wait, why would I care if he loses his chastity? It's not like I want to take it inste- OH GOD FUCKING NO. WHAT AM I THINKING.

Anyway, it's not my fault they decided to have a damn conversation out on my lawn, where I can get a full view of the tomato bastard's nice ass, I mean, their fucking discussions. But that leaves them vulnerable to gravity and my nice spot up here on the second floor for sniping.

Fumbling around my room with the French bastard in my line of sight outside, I threw a vase as I opened my window. Thankfully I hit my target accurately. The tomato bastard was good target practice it seems.

The albino potato bastard looked up and saw me. Cackling, he picked up a shard of the shattered vase and threw it back. At least the other potato bastard was fucking more polite. I ducked before I got knocked out cold like the wine bastard.

"Fucking wine bastard, you deserve more than a bruise on your face!" I yelled from the cover of the walls. Suddenly a rain of shards came flying through the open window.

" Kesesesese! The little Italian has the hots for Spain here, huh?" a nasal voice sounded out.

I felt my cheeks color. Damn, if I could look in a mirror I bet they were as red as a tomato. I picked up a chair and threw it outside, still under cover behind the damn window. I heard a screech and some chirping noises.

Bravely I decided to stand and scope out the scene. The damn potato bastard was knocked out as well, and the tomato bastard was looking up at me cheerfully waving.

"Hola, mi enamorado! Te amo! Tú eres mi tomate pequeño!" He was cut off by a pillow I threw. Damn, couldn't he shut up! The whole neighborhood could hear him!

Red faced I slumped back down beneath the walls. I was almost in tears.

Damn. I wish I were Feliciano. That damn brother of mine, he was always the cute and loveable one. And even better right now, I wish I had his or the burger bastard's stupidity. I wished I was stupid enough not to realize my fucking feelings for that tomato bastard.

Fuck my life. I end up falling for the most idiotic person possible.

After I tied down the potato bastard since he was uncontrollable and duct-taped his mouth shut to stop random "awesomes" from coming out of his fucking mouth, I took the wine bastard into a dark room, tied down as well. And the idiot tomato bastard was playing with a damn turtle nearby.

"Ah, Romano, please reconsider this. You know my intentions were-"

Kick.

He winced. "-all for the cause of- "

Another kick. A punch was added for good measure.

The damn bastard grunted and then croaked out, "-l' amour."

I kicked his vital regions hard, and hoped that he would lose his balls for all I cared.

"FUCKING WINE BASTARD. I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME YOU FUCKING GROPE HIM IN MY SIGHTS YOU WON'T GET OUT OF THIS-"

The tomato bastard had pulled me off. "Mi tomate, please, I think France repent already, just st-"

"ALIVE. I'M GOING TO GET THE MAFIA TO HUNT YOUR DAMN GUTS-"

"-op Romano! Please! I'll give you a tomato!"

"DOWN AND THEN THEY'RE GOING TO TORTURE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! FUCKING FUCKING WINE BASTARD!"

"ROMANO!" the normally calm Spain shouted. Surprised, I stopped struggling. "Please, stop already! You're going to kill France! I think he gets the message!"

I grumbled under my breath.

"But I thought that was cute of you! You were worried that the pervert would get me, right? It's okay, if Francey tried to rape me, he would end up on the bottom anyway since Boss Spain will-"

My face was damn red now, and I kicked Spain to shut him up. Blushing furiously, I backed up against a wall and yelled, "Quiet! Don't say it!"

France mumbled "I told you so, l' amour is fresh in the air."

I shot a death glare through my embarrassment at him, and that shut the damn wine bastard up.

And the tomato bastard looked genuinely confused. "Ah, tomate, but I was complimenting you! Is that bad? Or are you jealous that I might have sex with-"

"SHUT UP TOMATO BASTARD!" I yelled. I ran forward to clamp my hand over his mouth and punch him.

On the way I swear the wine bastard tried his best to stick out his foot to send me flying. And even more, it worked.

I pulled a flying tackle hug similar to my brother's, but not with the same intention. Plus it was fucking accidental. I landed and something hard hit my lips.

I groaned and got up, cursing under my breath. As I wiped my mouth, I noticed there was some blood on my hand. And then that damn tomato bastard was rubbing his tooth.

"Owwie, Romano, it hurts! At least use more skill when kissing!"

There was silence, as all three of us took in what he had just said. France started to snigger from his chair, the tomato bastard widened his eyes, and my cheeks were burning so hot I swear the tea-bastard might even consider burning one of his fucking scones on my face.

In tears, I ran out the door after landing a punch on Spain.

Oh god, I am going to kill that damn wine bastard. Oh yes, he will suffer more than anyone has ever suffered in the past century. But first I need to sort out my problems. I just fucking kissed my unrequited love, and he might just be more oblivious than my idiot fratello and the burger bastard.

A/N: End chapter one. Yes, Romano is aware of his own feelings. Don't hate me for it. :(

"Hola, mi enamorado! Te amo! Tú eres mi tomate pequeño!"- Hi, my love! I love you! You are my little tomato!

I am sorry if this is wrong, I took Spanish for only a year. Non google translated.

Review, once again! :D Comment if anything need to be improved, i.e. if I should tone down the cussing (yes, I do realize I might have went overboard. I may reduce cussing later but I rather got into his character. xD I like talking from his point of view.)